Amy had considered herself straight as an arrow up until she first set eyes on Joey. She’d only slept with men, and only fantasized about men, but now Joey filled her every dirty thought. She’d come dozens of times to Joey on top of her, Joey beneath her, Joey fucking her in the most perfect of ways. Joey, with the short-cropped, messy black hair, with the full lips and emerald-green eyes, with the power to make Amy come every which-way, if only in the privacy of her thoughts. But Amy had grown sick of just imagining Joey touching her. She wanted to actually experience her touch, her caress…and her mouth.

It was closing time at the cafe they worked in, where Amy was a waitress and Joey was a cook in the back. The last diners had left, and now it was just the two of them. Amy had finished cleaning the dining area of the cafe, the chairs all balanced on the tables, the lights flicked off in the front. She had decided the night before that tonight she’d finally make her move – she and Joey were closing tonight, after all. She just hoped she hadn’t chosen the wrong night to do it. Joey had seemed to be in a funk all evening – she was quieter than usual, and Amy’s stomach had jumped each time she looked at her, praying that Joey wouldn’t turn her down, or worse, laugh at the silly straight girl coming onto her.


Amy went into the kitchen, where Joey was scrubbing one of the stove-tops, wearing a tank and tight black jeans beneath her apron. Nothing special, not really, but it still sent a flush through Amy’s body. God, I hope I can pull this off, she thought.


“Hey, Joey.”


Joey looked up from her cleaning, flashed a smile at Amy, then put down the rag she’d been using and leaned again the stove. “Hey. Y’know, I’ve been trying to quit, or at least I was till today, but I’ve noticed you smoke. Do you mind if I bum one? I had a really rough morning.”


“Sure. I hope you don’t mind Camels…can’t exactly afford the expensive one these days.”


“Actually, that’s what I smoke, too. Smoked.”


“Well, why don’t we duck out back? If you’re up for it, maybe we can talk about why today hasn’t been so great, and, you know, maybe I can help,” Amy said, hoping she hadn’t been too rude, or too forward.


“Yeah, yeah, I could definitely use someone to talk to about it.” Joey gestured towards the door to the alley behind the cafe.  “Shall we, then?”


Amy followed her out the door, propping it open with an empty box so a little light would come into the dark alley. She reached into her shirt pocket, taking out the mostly empty soft-pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and passed both to Joey. Joey tapped one out and placed it between her lips, lighting it. She took a long, slow drag, then passed the pack and lighter back to Amy as the smoke curled out of her lips in a decidedly sexy way. Amy lit her own, and they smoked in silence for a few moments. Then Joey spoke.


“Oh, god, where to start.” She sighed loudly, took another drag, then continued. “I guess it’s pretty simple. I’d left for work this afternoon, a little early so I could grab a coffee on the way, then about halfway here in my car, I realized I’d forgotten my wallet. I drove back, climbed up the stairs to my girlfriend’s apartment, and there she is, right inside the door, kissing my best friend. How fucking typical, you know…the best friend and the significant other.”


“God, Joey, that sucks. Were you…were you together a long time?” Amy was watching Joey smoke as she talked. She’d always been turned on by the grace of a practiced smoker – the smooth glide of the cigarette to their lips, and the smoke swirling out in such a graceful, elegant way.


“Hmm, yeah, we were. It was pretty serious. At least, I thought it was serious…it was serious on my end, at least. And god, we had the best sex I’ve ever had in my life…it was amazing.” Joey took a drag from her cigarette, glanced at Amy, then quickly looked away. “I hope I’m not sharing too much information. I mean, I hope this isn’t boring to you, either.”


Amy’s pulse had quickened as soon as Joey mentioned sex, and she was certain she was blushing. But as she looked at Joey, she thought she saw a flush on her cheeks as well. And then Amy surprised herself, and certainly Joey as well – she took a step forward and kissed her. She was just about to pull back and apologize when Joey stopped the kiss herself. “Let’s go inside,” Joey said, smiling at Amy. “I don’t want to put on a show for the people walking by.” She dropped her cigarette and ground it out, and Amy quickly followed suit. Then she followed and Joey went back inside.


The door wasn’t even closed all the way before they were kissing again. As Joey kissed her, Amy’s found herself thinking that yes, a woman’s lips were softer than a man’s, just as she’d guessed. Then thinking became more challenging, as Joey pulled back, lifting Amy’s shirt over her head and tossing it on the ground. Joey licked a trail down Amy’s neck, pausing in one spot to graze the skin with her teeth, sending a shiver down Amy’s back. Then Amy’s bra joined her shirt on the ground – Joey removed it with practiced ease, with none of the struggle even the most experienced men always seemed to have.


Joey kissed her again – rougher than before – and her hand found the back of Amy’s neck, her fingers massaging it in a way that made Amy quite aware that her panties were completely soaked through.


Then Joey pulled back. “Let’s get you out of your other clothes. I’m dying to taste the rest of you.” Amy didn’t have to be told twice. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her skirt and panties, and Joey led her over to the table in the center of the room. She helped her onto it, then slowly, one hand on each inner thigh, she spread Amy’s legs. Kneeling, Joey placed her face right in front of Amy’s naked pussy. “You’ve got a beautiful cunt, Amy. God, I could stare at it for days. Now, lie back, and hopefully you won’t be thinking of England, because I’m pretty sure this will be the first time you have a woman’s face buried between your legs.”


Amy laughed. “How’d you know?”


“Ah, sixth sense, all us dykes have it.”


Amy lay down on her back, and only seconds later she felt a woman’s tongue on her clit for the first time in her life. An involuntary shudder passed through her body, but she was sure the moan that accompanied it would show Joey that it wasn’t a bad shudder.


“That feels…amazing,” Amy managed to stutter out. Then she just concentrated on Joey’s tongue, losing herself in the sensations it sent flowing through her. God it felt good, and she knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t be long before she came. She felt her pussy heating up, and she pictured Joey’s face down there, her mouth coated in Amy’s juices. Then she felt Joey slowly slide a finger inside her, then two, and her fingers began fucking her, slow and steady, as Joey continued to lick and suck her clit. It was almost too much, and then it was too much, and she felt the pressure of the coming orgasm build and build. And then she came, crying out from the pleasure. In that moment, she couldn’t remember if she’d ever come that hard.


As the last bits of coming faded away, she felt Joey remove her mouth and her fingers. Then Joey grabbed Amy’s hands, and helped pull her up to a sitting position.


“Do you want…I mean…should I…” Amy didn’t know exactly how to phrase her question, and the post-orgasm haze certainly wasn’t helping.

“Nah, it’s OK, you don’t have to return the favor. At least not this moment. I was just thinking, though, that a strap-on I have at home matches your shirt perfectly. I’d have to see them side by side to be sure, though.”

Amy laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I think that could be arranged.” For the first time in her life, she wasn’t annoyed that her boss had made her close up. In fact, maybe she’d buy him some flowers.

Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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